Frogs and Memories

Hours of rain and rise in temperature in the past week brought on an evening chorus from little spring peeper frogs that live in the deep creek behind my house. The sound always makes me pause to listen, and to smile. It’s a reminder that life goes on, that no matter it is still winter, spring is on it’s way.

It is also a reminder of a funny childhood memory. When I was little girl, three or four years of age, my family lived in Florida. Stretched alongside our small cinder-block home was a...